The Governor of Port Harrison was held by the Imperial nobleman Viscount Grant, who was directly appointed by the previous Emperor, which had been the glory of the Grant family in the past, but after the new Emperor ascended the throne, things became delicate.

From the Dark Moon Turmoil decades ago to the present day, Port Harrison and the entire Southern Settlement have been forgotten or even deliberately ignored.

Even eight years ago, Harrison Harbor was hit by a terrible storm that bordered on a natural disaster, and the Imperial Capital and the Governors of the Southern Provinces did not say anything about the delay in allocating theoretical aid and construction funds, so that the fortifications of the city walls and some of the fringe streets in the harbor have not been repaired to this day.

But this does not prevent the Viscount's Mansion from being the most extravagant and luxurious building in the entire port.

Elder Pud walked through the garden adorned with a variety of bright plants, and in this marble courtyard there were several sublimation plants with special functions, which bloomed in brilliant colors, and were extremely touching in the breeze, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Elder Pude turned a blind eye to this, and the rather short but sturdy old man of the White People was led by his attendants to the inner side of the courtyard.

At noon, I could smell the smoky wine, and Viscount Grant was setting up a banquet again. Elder Pude could even see the flickering candles, those pale yellow candles mixed with frankincense and contemplation grass ash, which were meditation candles that could assist in the practice of sublimation, and each one was worth more than seventeen silver tale.

"Here we are...... Ah, Elder Pudder. ”

With a slender red-haired beauty in her arms, Viscount Grant had clearly drunk too much.

The dark-brown-haired, red-eared aristocrat looked young, wrinkled and was in fact nearly sixty years old, but his sublimation allowed him to maintain his prime for longer.

At this moment, he pushed the beauty on his side away, causing the other party to sneer, the viscount smiled and patted the other party, and then waved to Elder Pude and beckoned the civil adjutant to sit down: "Sit, come and drink, I'm waiting for you to arrive." ”

"But it's disrespectful."

Elder Pude bowed slightly, then sat down across from the other.

Port Harrison does not have a civil officer, and he is the civil adjutant mainly because he is responsible for the maintenance of Viscount Grant's private army and the status of the elder of the White People, working for the Viscount while being responsible for governing the White People community.

Elder Pude glanced at the wine table in the center of the courtyard, in addition to the fish stew and seafood common in coastal cities, there were also a lot of pork chops and venison, and in front of the viscount there was a plate of lamb chops sprinkled with spiced meat sauce, and the bread in the basket was all fine whole wheat brown bread, exuding a fragrant wheat aroma.

But that's actually a bit shabby.

Theoretically, a luncheon of an imperial viscount, a port governor, and a sublimator should have fine sea fruit oil, wine, and refined white bread, and the staple food should be beef and mutton, so that there is enough nutrients to supply.

But who called Port Harrison special? Without the support of the empire for development and construction, the new settlement area was already poor in materials, except for the fish pipe, there was not much pasture to provide fat and meat, and all livestock meat was a rare resource.

Viscount Grant is also difficult to go further in the future due to political reasons, so naturally he has no heart to work hard and practice hard, but he just has to live and enjoy semi-retirement.

"Ramar and Yam have already seen me."

Viscount Grant took a glass of mead—mixed with a lot of high-strength distilled spirits—and poured it down. Although he was drunk, the Ascendant's physique allowed him to sober up quickly when he wanted.

He turned his head sideways, looked at Elder Pude with pale blue eyes, and said in an official tone: "It is intolerable that those lowly redwood savages actually lurked into the city to attack the citizens of the empire and violate the majesty of the empire. But as you know, we don't have the money to drive away the pests, and the port guards are not full now, so we can only strengthen our defenses to prevent them from sneaking into the city again. ”

"What really needs to be done will be done until the aid arrives at the end of the year."

Lamar was the treasurer of the port, and Yam was the city guard and sheriff.

Originally, there was a judge in Port Harrison, but eight years ago, he was unlucky enough to be killed by an ironclad shark that fell from the sky in a storm, and the successor waited for three years for the imperial appointment paperwork, but it was never issued, and he left the city in anger five years ago, his whereabouts are unknown, probably eaten by the natives or wild beasts, and now he can only be reluctantly concurrently served by Viscount Grant.

It's not normative, but there's no better way. However, it is said that the situation on the Imperial Capital has changed, perhaps because of the trade needs of the Whale Song Cliff and Canaan Moore, the Imperial Center has once again set its sights on the south, and Port Harrison is about to usher in the first imperial aid in thirty years at the end of this year.

"The natives attacked because of the sacrifice of purity." Elder Pud also drank a glass of mead mixed with highly distilled spirits, and his dwarven blood made him appreciate the sheer thrill even more.

After putting down the cup, he spat out a mouthful of wine, and Elder Pudde's dark blue eyes brightened, and he said to the viscount: "Osenna, I know very well, he is not clean, this stinky boy often sneaks out of the city to trade with those wild people, and smokes black mushrooms, I see it all." ”

"He's a bad seed, there's no doubt about it. But that group of wild people is too much, they deliberately sneaked into the city this time, specifying that they asked Orsena to give them the two children of the family as sacrifices, we white people can't bear this, for the sake of their relatives, even the lame will fight hard, this is the truth of this attack. ”

"My lord, I beg you to see his courage in fighting against the redwood natives this time, not to punish him for his transgression, and to give him some incense and potions to heal mental damage? In this attack, there were young children who were affected by the aborigines' sleep powder, and the after-effects were quite serious. ”

He pleaded with formal etiquette: "The people of the White will remember your generosity." ”

Summarizing the night's information, Elder Pud was very close to the truth, he didn't know what Osena really thought, but it was his job to show the unity and fraternity within the White People in front of outsiders.

"It's easy to talk about Orsena and medicine, he has distortions, it's not unusual to be immersed in dreams, and I sympathize with what happened to that child."

"But the sacrifice of purity ......"

Nodding his head and casually agreeing to the request, Viscount Grant actually didn't intend to punish 'Orsna' at all - he himself occasionally smoked black mushrooms, which was nothing in the circle of the imperial aristocracy.

As for medicine, it was not worth much to him, and it was even less than the value that Elder Pude had provided for his work.

The people of White account for one-seventh of the population of Port Harrison, second only to the people of the plains, the main ethnic group of the empire, Elder Pude is not only his good friend, but also an elder of the family, both in work and personal relations, and has always been very cooperative on weekdays, and he still has to give face.

Only the word pure sacrifice, Viscount Grant immediately frowned when he heard it: "Really fake, the situation is so serious?" Do I need to notify the bishop? ”

His face quickly turned from red to white, and the sublimator's physique metabolized alcohol, and the viscount exhaled a sip of wine, and muttered with some joy: "Fortunately, the aid is coming, otherwise, we are powerless, and the strength of those natives should not be underestimated." ”

But then, he shook his head in annoyance and muttered: "Recently, the Huaiguang Church has not been easy, it's really troublesome." ”

The people of Nanling know that the pure sacrifice is one of the common rituals of all the natives in Nanling, and it can only use the blood of children and the soul of warriors for rituals, second only to the highest level of ancestral spirit sacrifice, and every time there must be major events and changes.

The Bishop of the Huaiguang Church in Port Harrison is a powerful second-level sublimator who has reached the level of condensation, a truly poor ascetic who is stronger than Viscount Grant, who is not focused on cultivation.

Only recently, the bishop was touring many coastal villages, and even went to the Northwest Colony to expel the sea beasts that had become active due to the typhoon season, often missing for a month or two.

"It's up to you." Viscount Grant was still pondering, Elder Pud wouldn't be stupid enough to think that he really needed to give an opinion.

He only emphasized: "Before the storm eight years ago, those wild people also performed pure sacrifices in exchange for the protection of the spirits of the mountain tides. Their shamans are sharper than we are in this regard, and do not venture into sacrifices for no reason. ”

"One more thing, sir. Recently, there have been more and more demonic beasts and sublimation plants around the port, and if there is another big storm that is as abnormal as eight years ago......"

Speaking of this, Elder Pude emphasized: "It shows that these phenomena are most likely related to the 'labyrinth'!" ”